chapter 40 - salvatore reunion

                                    

                                          

The incessant tapping of a pen on a table was bothering her as she tried to sleep. Vampire hearing was a nuisance sometimes. Getting out bed with a groan, Tori met Damon at the doorway to the study as she glared at Stefan, sat in front of his journal on the desk.
"Dear Diary," Damon began to mock, "A chipmunk asked me my name today. I told him it was Joe. That lie will haunt me forever."
Tori laughed, but clearly Stefan wasn't amused, as he closed up his journal and stood to put it away. "What do you want?" Stefan sighed. 
"I was hoping we could hang. A little brother, sister - bonding."
"I don't like hanging out with you." Tori whined "It normally ends up with one of you doing something stupid ,usually Damon, and me having to fix it." 
"Okay yes, we don't 'hang', we team up, join forces, activate our wonder powers." Damon said,  going to the bookshelf next to the window, and looking through it.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked, a little fed up.
"Digging up clues." He replied.
"For what?" Tori asked, a little confused.
"Most of the originals are gone, but we have a little whodunnit in town. Hey, do you remember when we came back for Zachariah's funeral?" Damon asked Stefan knowing Tori wouldn't. Tori didn't remember that, considering it was after 1910, when she had returned back to New Orleans. She already reunited with her brothers at that point, but once again there was a problem in the French Quarter, and Tori had gone to help out. Damon and Stefan had separated again once she left, still having a feud between them, although they tolerated each others presence whilst Tori was with them. But then, at Zachariah's funeral, they had seen each other again.
"Vaguely, why?" Her little brother asked.
"If memory serves, he wasn't the first Founder's Council member killed that year, or even that month." The oldest Salvatore shared, still continuing to look through the bookshelves for something specific.
"Your point being?" Tori questioned. She, as always, had no idea what was going on. 
"I'm just trying to remember what year it was."
"1912." Stefan said with no hesitation.
"So much for vaguely." Tori scoffed as Damon threw a book at the two of them. Stefan caught it before it could hit her in the face, and she glared at Damon whilst Stef opened it. 
"1912, or as I like to call it, the last time Mystic Falls had a serial killer on its hands." Damon revealed.
"Wait what, we have a serial killer in town?" Victoria asked, completely bewildered. She really had no clue what was going on half the time.
As they recalled the events of the past, Damon asked, "So what do you say, dear siblings, wanna grab a drink?"
"Ah, I get it." Stefan chuckled in realisation. "You're bored. Your best friend's in jail, and you don't have anything better to do with yourself."
"Well, there is that." Damon agreed. Tori was completely out of the loop of when Alaric went in jail, but to be honest, she didn't exactly care to know. "And I was hoping you guys could help me solve a murder." 
"No thanks. Since when were we freaking detectives?" Tori muttered, walking out to go meet Scott. She really didn't want to act like Sherlock Holmes for the day, and she was liking spending more and more time with Scott. What started as a casual thing was slowly turning into something more serious, with feelings, and she didn't exactly know what to do with it. But for now, she was enjoying it.